ALWAYS BE MY BABY

Edited

May Sanders

My name is May Sanders and I have very busy parents. They are never at home. I have two best friends, Kara and Connor. I never had a boyfriend not because I didn't want to but nobody just seemed to like me.

"Who would want someone like me?" I always lament. "Probably someone who isn't fun or beautiful." I couldn't find anything attractive about me, even my parents don't seem to want me.

The cool breeze that gently touched my skin made me smile. I really loved the weather. It is perfect for the season.

I took a good look at the field again. I wonder why it still feels empty.

You are empty, the voice in my head said. I believe it.

The chatter from the students filled my ears indicated that the beautiful field was starting to get filled up as school started.

I've never had an interest in games but my best friend plays them. I support him in this decision.

I sneezed when dust from the chairs which had not been used for six months was blown into my face by the wind.

"She's so dumb. She doesn't belong here." The shrill voice of Janet fills my ears. My hands balled into fists. The urge to punch her was nearly overwhelming but I don't have the nerve. Pathetic, right?

"She looks like she wanna hit you," Janet's annoying best friend, Tori, scoffed.

I've always wondered how the two of them get along.

"Nah," Janet laughed. Tori joined her high-pitched cackle.

"What's going on, babe?" I heard a very familiar voice say.

"Nothing much. This attention seeking bitch just doesn't know her place," she complained bitterly to her boyfriend, Dash Royals.

He was the cliché bad boy that dated the bitch of the school. Smoking hot. I wouldn't deny that he's handsome but the way he keeps up with Janet is what I don't seem to get.

"She isn't worth it," he reassured, giving her a kiss and coaxing an irritating giggle from her.

We were all on the field watching the football match between our school and Royal Bells High School.

As usual, I was sitting on my own. My gaze flicked to the popular clique of the school.

I stared at a certain somebody with a beautifully sculpted face, defined jawline and pink lips that I really wish I could taste to find out how soft they are.

He has gorgeous brown hair.

The perfect eye colour, green.

His smile sweeps me off my feet. That person turns out to be Hayden Smith.